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    Jerry Lee Lewis / Lyrics

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    "Jukebox" Lyrics

    Jerry Lee Lewis

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    Juke Box Trk 11
    (Tony Colton)
    Jerry Lee Lewis
    London Session 1973 (outtake)
    Transcriber: Awcantor@aol.com

    ...I'll fake it
    But some how-a old Jerry comes through
    Sometimes I feel like I, I just can't take it
    But somehow the Killer comes through
    Ye-aah

    (instrumental & piano solo)

    I was born in Ferriday, Lou'siana
    Lord, I was born feet first
    Come out jumpin', been jumpin'ever since
    Lord, I know how to take it
    Oh, the Killer's gotta come through

    Pick your guitar, fella

    (instrumental & piano)

    Born on the farm in Lou'siana
    Lord, I had a hard time choppin' that cotton
    Ooooooh, mama used to say
    'Son, I'm gonna get ya a piano
    'And you may turn out to be rotten'
    But I didn't

    Ooh, I'm gonna make it
    I gotta make it
    'Look out son, you might get yourself in trouble'
    But I didn't
    Woo-hoo!
    Turned out good!
    What am I gonna do now?
    Wouldn't know if I could

    Take it, son

    (instrumental & guitar solo)

    New Orleans, Louisiana
    Found me a little Cajun queen
    We were doin' pretty good
    One night she shook that thing
    And then we vowed to marry, Lord
    What a big mistake, I made it
    But, I'll make it wait and see

    Woo! Give it to me, now

    (Piano)

    c'mon, I gotta make it
    Wooo-wooo-wooo-ooo!
    I hear ya
    Just layin' it in, hangin' it in
    A-like Gunga Dinh

    Woo!

    Pick it, son!

    (Instrumental & guitar solo) Oooh-OOOH!

    Ooh, the floor is shakin' with that juke box
    And ev'rybody is singin', 'yeah-yeah-yeah'
    Woo!

    Do ya love me baby?
    Don't you think I'm out of sight?
    Mama, she rolls but she don't roll right
    Think about it, umm

    The town is burnin' with the heat wave
    The weather broadcast keeps sayin'
    Fine, fine, fine, fine

    Do ya love me baby?
    Don't ya think I'm outta sight?
    Mama, she rolls but she don't roll all night
    Yeah

    (Instrumental & piano)

    Yes, the town is burnin' with the heat wave
    The weather broadcast keeps sayin'
    Fine, fine, fine
    Do you love me, baby?
    Don't you think I'm outta sight?
    Oh mama, she rolls, but she don't roll right

    Play it organ, stud! Ho!

    (Instrumental & organ) Woo!

    The floor is shakin' with the juke box
    And ev'rybody is singin' ha, ' yeah-yeah-yeah'
    Do ya love me baby?
    Do you think I'm outta sight?
    Mama, she rolls, but she don't roll right

    (Jerry Lee yodles a verse )

    Well mama, she rolls, but she don't roll right.

    ~
    This song was submitted on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © CONEXION MEDIA GROUP, INC..
    Written by Ray Smith.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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